| «Go on ahead,» she said. |
| «Love will meet you there
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| Be steadfast, swift, safe and self-assured.»
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| «So long,» She said and set it all adrift
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| I swear, bad luck and longing are a lonely pair
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| Whose hollow little white lies light the room
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| Skin, muscle, and bone all die on their own
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| Enter beating heart (Enter beating heart)
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| To send blood to the source as veins steady the course
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| It’s an Obsequiarch leading a march
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| Of cold, cowardly cells. |
| «Tell nobody else about the story arc.»
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| Sigh, say goodnight, be nearby
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| Beyond the bed, I leapt, fled, and found myself
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| Untethered attempts to resuscitate
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| Were met with a deafening tone, wait, recalibrate
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| Wait, nothing, wait, stop, it’s the only way
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| Hollow little white lies lined the room. |
| «It's too soon.»
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| Skin, muscle, and bone all die on their own
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| Enter beating heart (Enter beating heart)
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| To send blood to the source as veins steady the course
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| It’s an Obsequiarch leading a march
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| Of cold, cowardly cells. |
| «Tell nobody else about the story arc.»
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| Sigh, say goodnight, be nearby
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| Oh the horror, oh the horror
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| At night-time stars align and the tide rolls out to sea
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| I’m barely alive
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| At night-time I’m colour-blind
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| So I don’t know where I’ve been or how I survived
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| The night-time drank me dry
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| Now I’m drowning but I’ve never felt so alive
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| It’s night-time all the time
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| At the bottom where the dead lay but I am alive
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| It’ll come for you
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| Oh, the horror
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| Oh, the horror when it comes for you |